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Eventually you forget they are there
This is where being really forgetful comes in handy! More importantly, the KIDS forget they are there after a while and I'm home free!
Also, please note these are extra cookies, over and above the "regular" cookie purchase.
I'm fairly certain I know where ALL sugary snacks (and, in truth, the bag of sugar) are at all times. I would NEVER forget about a box of Thin Mints. Num.
Me too.
I've woken up out of a sound sleep at 3am and thought, "I think there's chocolate in the house. I need to find it."
Seriously.
Hiding sugar in the house and forgetting about it? Ahahahahahahahaha!
My take was that I got more sleep when the boys slept with me. As much as I dislike sleep deprivation it made a lot of sense.
This was my main reason. Lack of sleep was the one thing I really feared. Plus she's really cute and snuggly.
Em gets in with me at 5am when Joe leaves for work. Unless she cries for more than 5-7 minutes in the middle of the night. She just...she thrashes and headbutts us. Or she wants to play. She doesn't always sleep when we bring her into bed with us. So mostly, she's in her crib.
Also, I am terrified of smooshing her.
Tep, any particular reason why you shouldn't call your Umfriend? If not, I say go for it.
I've woken up out of a sound sleep at 3am and thought, "I think there's chocolate in the house. I need to find it."
You just described most nights for me.
Oxygen channel is showing The Secret of My Success, and while the 80s fashions and hair and makeup are atrocious, I actually forgot how cute Michael J. Fox is. *SO* cute.
Tep, any particular reason why you shouldn't call your Umfriend?
Not really, except the had-a-few-drinks-now-I'm-calling tactic seems kind of....sleazy.
she thrashes and headbutts us
This is the reason that the youngest kid had to sleep in his own bed at about 1.5 years old. He's the most thrashing about sleeper I've ever seen. No one can sleep in the same bed as he is and wake up uninjured. Usually it's a black eye from his head smashing into you ow!
Call him, Teppy.